Song | Makin' Love To A Murderer |
Artist | Ligeia |
Album | Your Ghost Is A Gift |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Holuk, Ligeia | |
Murder, question for the hour | |
Should she paint the town red again? | |
Such an act of compassion, such a waste of life | |
She awakes her smile with the keys in her hand | |
Pretty facial mod with the tire marks in his skin | |
He'll wait to forgive you | |
He'll lose this time and never win | |
Like clockwork, oh how the tables have turned | |
This tragic play of cards you've been dealt | |
Fall in love, lose your life | |
Back and forth again, it's suicide | |
Love is suicide, it's freedoms child | |
She couldn't bear the pain | |
Broken skies beyond the diagnosed, fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost. | |
Love is suicide, it's freedom's child | |
She couldn't bear the pain | |
No sense to beg for mercy | |
No sense to reconcile now |
zuo qu : Holuk, Ligeia | |
Murder, question for the hour | |
Should she paint the town red again? | |
Such an act of compassion, such a waste of life | |
She awakes her smile with the keys in her hand | |
Pretty facial mod with the tire marks in his skin | |
He' ll wait to forgive you | |
He' ll lose this time and never win | |
Like clockwork, oh how the tables have turned | |
This tragic play of cards you' ve been dealt | |
Fall in love, lose your life | |
Back and forth again, it' s suicide | |
Love is suicide, it' s freedoms child | |
She couldn' t bear the pain | |
Broken skies beyond the diagnosed, fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost. | |
Love is suicide, it' s freedom' s child | |
She couldn' t bear the pain | |
No sense to beg for mercy | |
No sense to reconcile now |
zuò qǔ : Holuk, Ligeia | |
Murder, question for the hour | |
Should she paint the town red again? | |
Such an act of compassion, such a waste of life | |
She awakes her smile with the keys in her hand | |
Pretty facial mod with the tire marks in his skin | |
He' ll wait to forgive you | |
He' ll lose this time and never win | |
Like clockwork, oh how the tables have turned | |
This tragic play of cards you' ve been dealt | |
Fall in love, lose your life | |
Back and forth again, it' s suicide | |
Love is suicide, it' s freedoms child | |
She couldn' t bear the pain | |
Broken skies beyond the diagnosed, fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost. | |
Love is suicide, it' s freedom' s child | |
She couldn' t bear the pain | |
No sense to beg for mercy | |
No sense to reconcile now |